I Kinda, Sorta, Just A Little, Miss You A Lot Best Friend.
I Miss Those Long Nights,
Where I Was At The End Of The Room Upside Down Strumming My Guitar,
And You Were Telling Me All The Things That Happened At School That Day,
And I Would Tell You What To Do.
Or What Not To Do.
I Miss Those Random Days,
Where We Would Convince Our Parents To Take Us To Go To The Beach
Or Go Take A Walk Somewhere Awesome.
That One Time Where We Stayed Up All Night And At 6 Am.
We Had To Pretend We Were Sleeping Because Your Parents Would Be Upset.
In Short I Miss You.
You May Not Read This So I'm Confessing It To My Readers.
Because I Can't Confess It In Person.
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